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The Naked and Famous » Rolling Waves

I am such a sucker for soaring vocals layered over glorious electronicky sparkly spangliness.

The best way to get unstuck

Don’t wait for the right answer and the golden path to present themselves.

This is precisely why you’re stuck. Starting without seeing the end is difficult, so we often wait until we see the end, scanning relentlessly for the right way, the best way and the perfect way.

The way to get unstuck is to start down the wrong path, right now.

Step by step, page by page, interaction by interaction. As you start moving, you can’t help but improve, can’t help but incrementally find yourself getting back toward your north star.

You might not end up with perfect, but it’s significantly more valuable than being stuck.

Don’t just start. Continue. Ship. Repeat.

—[ Seth Godin ]—

Thomas Hoepker — An old man with his pet bird in Ritan Park — Beijing, 1984 » via bremser

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Sleeping with my cat

I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.
— Leif Enger, Peace Like a River (via juliettetang)

volcano choir » byegone | via sexmusic

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A collection of photos from India, from Pulitzer Center grantee Carl Gierstorfer’s Instagram feed. Follow him here, and check out his reporting on India’s missing girls here.

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The shock of the twenties is how narrow that window of experience really is, and how inevitable it seems both at the time and afterward. At some point, it is late, too late, and you are standing on the sidewalk outside somewhere very loud. A wind is blowing. It’s the same cool, restless late-night breeze that blew on trampled nineteen-twenties lawns, dazed sixties streets, and anywhere young people gather. Nearby, someone who doesn’t smoke is smoking. An attractive stranger with a lightning laugh jaywalks between cars with a friend, making eye contact before scurrying inside. You’re far from home. It’s quiet. All at once, you have a thrilling sense of nowness, of the sheer potential of a verdant night with all these unmet people in it. For a long time after that, you think you’ll never lose this life, those dreams. But that was, as they say, then.
Nathan Heller » “Semi Charmed Life: The Twentysomethings Are All Right” » The New Yorker, January 14, 2013

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dusk at Second Beach on the Washington coast » by Beth » via tearingdowndoors

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Veronica Maggio » Sergels Torg

Her new single sparkles as it ruminates on a failed relationship.

Över plattorna på Sergels torg,
där himlen är tung av sorg
Jag väntar fast jag redan vet
Sänker mitt huvud ner
Om du skulle se tillbaks nån gång
Har allt gått tillbaks till noll
Nu faller regnet över oss
Men filmen börjar om och om.

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Adrian Tomine’s cover illustration for In The City, a quarterly literary journal published in Japan by BEAMS. » via youmightfindyourself

I never decide if an idea is good or bad until I try it. So much of what gets in the way of things being good is thinking that we know. And the more that we can remove any baggage we’re carrying with us, and just be in the moment, use our ears, and pay attention to what’s happening, and just listen to the inner voice that directs us, the better. But it’s not the voice in your head. It’s a different voice. It’s not intellect. It’s not a brain function. It’s a body function, like running from a tiger.

Instinct.

Rick Rubin » via thedailybeast » via littlebeard